IMAGINARY ART
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Cover photo in the group The Galaxy & Stars 1 (P1/C5 - No Spiders, No Snakes) and the group Covert Painters & Photoshop Artists
This is obviously not a Standard Camera Lens, or it's not even a lens. It's a glass bowl having many circles.[I know you can guess 😊]
I just imagine how an apple would look like if it were on the lens of a camera 😊, probably on a bigger lens.
Speaking of threshold and border with my friend @rossoindia
The limit is the organizing element of the world but also the tool that man has given himself to tame his fear: the infinite.
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Late Fragment | Raymond Carver's epitaph
The moon was at its fullest on Holy Thursday but on Good Friday, it still looked round to the naked eye. Photographed while eating a fishy pizza at the Bay Area, Mall of Asia, April 10.
Full Moon and Empty Arms - Frank Sinatra
Full moon and empty arms,
The moon is there for us to share,
But where are you?
A night like this could weave a memory,
And every kiss could start a dream for two.
Full moon and empty arms,
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon,
And next full moon,
If my one wish comes true,
My empty arms will be filled with you.
Full moon and empty arms,
Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon,
And next full moon,
If my one wish comes true,
My empty arms will be filled with you.
"The imaginary world has always been the most fun place for me to be."
Quote ― Claire Forlani
Magic surrounds us…….and believe me, this photo is just straight out of my camera ;-))
Leica M8, Voigtlaender 35/1.4 (image has been cropped). Henry Moore's bronze sculpture Double Oval (1966) seen through the gap of his bronze Two Piece Reclining Figure: Points (1969). It is perhaps helpful to clarify that I am not saying that, here, the topography is "imaginary" and outside it is not. Whatever we humans do and wherever we go, we always subject what is out there to our imagination. The point about Henry Moore's art is not that it is imaginary, but that it is an imagination that is different.
(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)
(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)
Don’t say I’m out of touch
With this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)
(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)
(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)
~Evanescence
Song: Imaginary
Sleep to dream tonight
Fill the empty spaces that shadows left behind
You and I, will create a new world deep within our minds
Though reality sometimes may seem, imaginary
Happiness is here within our reach, and though it can't be
Seen the world created in my dreams, imaginary
I still feel all the same release, imaginary
Sleep to dream tonight
Fill the empty spaces that shadows left behind
You and I, will create a new world deep within our minds
Though reality sometimes may seem, imaginary
Happiness is here within our reach, and though it can't be
Seen the world created in my dreams, imaginary
I still feel all the same release, imaginary...
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby ....flowers
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me .....flowers
Don’t say I’m out of touch
With this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
(evanesence / imaginary)
After heavy rain, a puddle formed at the base of this palm frond. By photographing it from this POV, I was able to get another frond reflected in the pool. In my opinion, the overall image resembles a bug-eyed Dr Seuss character,
no wonder she's hallucinating, she's the only one in the family who doesn't drink coffee or alcohol.
Hi Everyone!
This is reflection of shimmery water which first of all required the removal of a tons of cattails. Then I flipped and elongated the image to create the "treeline," then pulled a few sliders here and there using Adobe Elements 15 and Topaz Studio. Happy Slider's Sunday! HSS!
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